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(Hey, folks, did you know that we post one photo each day to illustrate the good, bad, beautiful and odd moments of our trip? Just click on the link up there /\ labelled “Photo-a-Day Project”, if you’re not seeing them each day on Facebook. You know, if you’re not getting enough of us…) When we…

It started to snow during the first kilometer, which is not what you’d expect, hiking in Colombia. It wasn’t a soft, New Hampshire, get-out-the-cross-country-skis snow, but a Rhode Island coastal snow, halfway between snow and sleet, that uniquely snot-like texture that sticks to and soaks through everything. Which is unfortunate since we were wearing 90%…

It turns out, interestingly enough, that I’m not so good with ambiguity. It will surprise none of you who have spent more than five minutes with me to hear that I like to get the facts, decide and move on. Every professional — and most of the amateurs — of whom I’ve asked life advice…

When I was in Russia, my favorite folk saying was, “Don’t hang noodles from my ears.” It took the place of, “Don’t pull my leg” but provided more picturesque imagery of an obsequious bureaucrat carefully hanging strands of pasta from his boss’ ears, or what 50 years of Communism probably felt like. In Italy, they say…

The second-most frequent question people ask about our trip — after, “Why Colombia?” in a variety of tones from simple curiosity to horror — is, “Can you just pull your kids out of school?” This often comes in a scandalized tone, and phrased more like, “But what about the kids’ school?!” as though we were asking…

The equator runs through Colombia, so — on a flat map — it looks consistently tropical. But the dizzying heights of Machu Picchu’s Andes don’t end abruptly at the Peruvian border, instead pushing northward, splitting into three fingers (known as cordilleras) of snow-capped and volcanic peaks divided by deep river valleys. Bogota sits along the…

COLOMBIAN THOUGHTS by Retta First off I want to clear the air with my mom’s posts on teenage-hood and with my brother. What I don’t get is that I am not even a teenager yet and she is already been shocked out of her socks about what is going to happen to me. I get…